The Refugee Camp I am tormented by the terror, that forced them from home, and the threats which drove them, driven by despair toward a sham haven of horror. Tent strewn swamps, frightened flotsam of clinging children refused the right to fair, fun, and fear less learning. Rotting carcasses of teeth… Continue reading A refuge in hell
Month: September 2018
Jesus and the sick woman who touched his hem.
The edge of the eyes and the rims of compassion left her a shadow hid by her poverty and illness. She gripped her pain her weakness her poverty and his fringe. His freedom to reach her limits knew no bounds restoring her to health and her faithfulness her wealth.